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| Album: Greatest Hits |
| Song: Changes |
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| (Come on, come on) |
| I see no changes, wake up in the morning and I ask myself |
| Is life worth living, or should I blast myself |
| I'm tired of being poor, and even worse I'm black |
| my stomach hurts, so I'm looking for a purse to snatch |
| Cops give a damn about a negro |
| pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he's a hero |
| Givin back to the kids, who the hell cares |
| one less hungry mouth on the welfare |
| first ship them dope, let them deal to brothers |
| give them guns, step back and watch them kill each other |
| It's time to fight back, that's what Huey said |
| 2 shots in the dark, now Huey's dead |
| I got love for my brothers |
| but we can never go nowhere unless we share with each other |
| we gotta start makin changes |
| learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers |
| and that's how it's supposed be |
| how can you tell them take a brother if he's close to me |
| I'd love to go back to when we played as kids |
| but things change, and that's the way it is |
| come on, come on |
| that's just the way it is |
| things will never be the same |
| that's just the way it is, ahh yeah |
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| I see no changes |
| all I see is racist faces |
| misplaced hate, makes disgrace the racist |
| we under, I wonder what it takes to make this |
| one better place, let's erase the wasted |
| take the evil out the people, they'll be actin right |
| cuz both black and white are smokin crack tonight |
| and the only time we chill is when we kill each other |
| it's takes skill to be real, time to heal each other |
| and I know it's seems Heaven since |
| we aint ready, to see a black president |
| it aint a secret of a sealed up fact |
| penetentiarys packed, and it's filled with blacks |
| but some things will never change |
| tried to show another way, but ya stayin in the dope game |
| now tell me what's a mother to do? |
| being real don't appeal to the brother in you |
| - yeah - |
| You gotta operate the easy way |
| - I made a G today - |
| but you made it in a sleezy way |
| sellin crack to the kids |
| - I gotta get paid - |
| well hey, well that's the way it is |
| chorus |
| talking ... |
| we gotta make a change |
| it's time for us as a people to start making some changes |
| lets change the way we eat |
| lets change the way live |
| lets change the way we treat each other |
| see our old way wasn't working |
| so it's on us to do what we gotta do |
| to survive |
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| and still I see no changes, can't a brother get a little peace? |
| there's war on the streets |
| and the war in the Middle East |
| instead of war on poverty |
| they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me |
| and I aint never did a crime I aint have to do |
| but now I'm back from the locks givin back to you |
| don't let them jack you up |
| back you up |
| crack you up |
| and pimp smack you up |
| you gotta learn to hold your own |
| they get jealous when see you with your mobile phone |
| but tell the cops they can't touch this |
| I don't trust this |
| when they try to rush I bust this |
| that's the sound of my tool |
| you say it aint cool |
| but momma didn't raise no fool |
| and as long as I stay black |
| I gotta stay strapped |
| and I never get to lay back |
| cuz I always gotta worry bout the payback |
| some punk that I ruffed up way back |
| comin back after all these years |
| rat-tat-tat-tat-tat, that's the way it is |
| chorus |
| some things will never change |
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